i got my foot in the door. the resurection of my time had me look through the otherside, but alas, a force greater than myself has snatched me back in. I thought i was ready, but the voices had me fooled. I'm to blame...and i hope those of whom i shall disappoint in my hiding may forgive me. Trust me...i was excited for my return, but whispers stirred the ever-raging battle of my efforts. I know we all get fooled by cunning voices so no shame strikes my conscious. Its rather comforting because i know i will return. So forgive me...i fight with raised fists to raze that which opposses my one true ambition. i find my stage precious and adore my listeners, but the ugly hand of addiction holds fast to my endevor. My apologies go out to my good friends: strawfoot (to whom i greatly regret...please don't take this personally) Conversations with Enemies, Scottbot and Sethy, and Alley ghost. I need more time to get my head together and if i don't kick this addiction i will die...for i came close twice this past month and i am listening to my doctors and loved ones. Most of all, i am listening to the voices i trust...the ones that speak inside my head, holding fast to my heart. Much love to you all.
casey